Sharing God's Love and Grace

Meditation on Exodus 3:1–15

Pastor Karen Crawford

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown, NY

Sept. 3, 2023

It’s beautiful weather for Labor Day weekend! It feels like fall has come, but still with so many flowers in bloom—rose of Sharon and crepe myrtle!

I was taking a walk yesterday afternoon, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine, when I saw a flash of emerald green fly by me and land in a tree above me.

The bright green bird looked down at me curiously. “Oh, hello,” I said. It didn’t fly away. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that someone’s pet bird had escaped its cage. But I have heard about the Long Island parrots, sometimes called Monk parakeets or Quaker parrots. I have just never seen one in my neighborhood!

I kept looking up at it. And it kept looking down at me. It had my attention and at that moment, though I had plenty of worries on my mind before I saw a parakeet on Great Oak Road, I wasn’t thinking about anything else except this unusual bird and wondering about the journey it may have traveled before it stopped in Saint James.

These tropical birds originated in South America but have been seen in New York since the late 1960s.  The story goes that our parakeet community started at JFK airport. A crate of parakeets headed for local pet shops broke and set all the birds free in the process. Journalist Richard Nardo writes of the Monk Parakeets, “They’re tough, resourceful, and build massive communal nests similar to the apartments a lot of New Yorkers reside in, making them a perfect fit for the region.

“True to the neighborhood politics of most NYC groups, parakeets are community-oriented and have their own vocal dialects to communicate with each other (fuhgeddaboudit!). Also in true New York fashion, they show their friendship by grooming each other just like we like to hang out at our local barber shops and nail salons. When conflict does arise, they share the NY tough mentality, settling disagreements by meeting the problem head on.

“(Monk Parakeets) tend to build their homes (of sticks) around elevated electrical equipment, such as lights or transformers, to help provide heat in the cold New York winters…. It’s that level of resourcefulness and ingenuity that makes me think that the parakeets will be right at home in our neck of the woods,” Nardo writes. “It also makes me think that we’ll see more and more parakeet flocks popping up around the world. After all, if you can make it here, you’ll make it anywhere!” [1]

My sighting of the emerald-green parakeet landing in a tree right in front of me and curiously looking down at me was pretty special—not exactly burning bush special, but it got my attention and took me out of my own head for a bit and looking around at what the Lord may be saying to me.

For God speaks to us in ways we can hear, see, and understand. As the writer of Hebrews tells us, God has spoken to us through the prophets and now speaks to us through God’s Son, who came to us as one of us. The Lord also speaks to us through Creation. John Calvin in Reformation days quoted the Psalms, such as 90:1, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.”

That day that the angel of the Lord spoke to Moses through flames on a bush—he was just minding his own business, going about his daily life, when God accommodated Godself to him. God spoke in a way that Moses could hear, see, and understand. “I must turn aside,” he says of the flames he sees on Mount Horeb, “and look at this great sight, and see why the bush is not burned up.”

Who knows what Moses is thinking about before he sees the burning bush? What mundane problem is occupying his thoughts? And who knows if God had been trying to get his attention with other mysterious signs—and Moses just never noticed?

He is comfortable in this second chapter of his life. Married to Zipporah, daughter of Jethro, priest of Midian, he has two sons and spends a lot of time in the desert wilderness area south of Judah, shepherding his father-in-law’s sheep. This is a far cry from his cushy existence in the Egyptian palace. He abruptly left his former life after being raised by the Pharaoh’s daughter, discovering his Jewish ancestry, and his impulsive killing of an Egyptian who was beating a Hebrew slave. He thought no one was watching when he buried him in the sand. His secret got out. He ran away to escape certain punishment.

When God saw that Moses had noticed the burning bush, he called his name two times. This is how God always calls the prophets. It’s always two times. “Moses! Moses!”

“Here I am,” said he, without hesitation, as if he talked to burning bushes all the time. But then God tells him that he need not come any closer before removing his sandals. He is standing on holy ground. Now, he is afraid.

The Lord identifies himself as the God of “your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” He doesn’t say, “your God.” Moses isn’t especially religious at this point in his life, though he knows enough to hide his face. When I think about the years that he has spent building a new life with the priest’s daughter, shepherding sheep, and caring for his family, I think of how God must have been preparing him to lead God’s people through the wilderness all along, just as those years living in the palace prepared him to come face to face with the pharaoh.

When God tells him of the Lord’s concern for the suffering of God’s people, and that Moses must rescue them, Moses had never heard from the Lord before! This is the first time God spoke. The reluctant prophet has two questions. There will be more!! The first is, “Who am I to do this?” and the second? “Who are you to ask me?”

This story never fails to intrigue and inspire me. You would think that his impulsive killing of an Egyptian would disqualify him from being the Lord’s prophet and rescuing the Israelites. Somehow, our Gracious God thinks Moses is exactly the one needed for the job—though he will struggle with this calling and with the Israelites throughout the wilderness journey.

I am also inspired by Moses’ age—80, according to Acts chapter 7—when he first hears God’s voice in the wilderness. He isn’t in a synagogue. He is out on the job, doing what he normally does, providing for his family’s needs. He isn’t listening for God’s voice and looking for God to challenge him and change his heart and life. But God speaks, challenges, and changes him anyway.

And I am inspired by Moses’ special needs. He has a speech impediment and is fearful of public speaking. The one thing a prophet needs is a voice! I AM WHO I AM is prepared to use Moses’ stuttering words and only relents and permits his older brother, Aaron, to speak for him when Moses insists that he needs help. We all feel that way, sometimes. Things get hard and we think, “Lord, we can’t do this by ourselves.” That’s why we are a Church of Jesus Christ. We help each other carry the burden of the call. I couldn’t possibly be your pastor without your help! And I am so grateful for your encouragement, every step of this wilderness faith journey together.

The Lord isn’t looking for people without flaws. God is looking for someone who has a heart to serve and care for God’s people.  Is God looking for you? I think so! Only you know for sure. Are you hearing God’s voice? Are you looking for a mysterious sign?

Are you ready to be surprised in your daily living and be challenged and changed by the Lord? Are you thinking of all the reasons why God can’t possibly use you? Maybe your age. Maybe a health problem or the many responsibilities you already have. You’re too busy! Maybe you’ve made some mistakes. Or you don’t consider yourself to be religious, smart enough, strong enough—fill in the blank enough. Maybe you just started coming to worship after being away a long time and need first to be touched, healed, and strengthened by God.

You are in the right place! You’ve come at the right time. We are in this together. I will help you find God’s will for your life. And I know you will pray for me, too.

In a few moments, we will all come to the table of I AM WHO I AM. Everyone is invited to the table of the Lord. Your past doesn’t matter. Only the future—the road before us. In a few moments, I will say, come just as you are and partake. Our Living Lord will meet us here, empower and unite us to be Christ’s Body for the world. We can’t be the people God wants us to be without God’s nourishing our souls.

Today is the day the Spirit will, once again, speak to us of God’s love and purpose for us. The Lord has been preparing us for our various callings for many years! Everything that has happened up until today has made us more ready to say, “Here I am,” when God calls our name–two times! It’s always two times!

May we have our eyes and ears opened to see and hear from God—whether it be an actual voice of a friend or family member, a burning bush that isn’t consumed, a green bird on a branch above us or something else more astounding. May we all be healed and strengthened, and filled with joy, confidence, and peace. May we come to realize that wherever we are, the loving Spirit of the Lord is with us. We are always standing on holy ground!

Let us pray.

Holy One, we hear you calling us, but we are doubtful like Moses. We aren’t good enough, Lord. We’re busy. We’re not the right age or personality. We have made mistakes. Plenty of reasons why today we just aren’t available to say, “Here I am” when you call us by name. Twice! We know you only laugh when we ask those same questions Moses did. You never condemn us for our anxieties. You are so patient. You love us still. Who are we that you call us? And who are you to call us? Embrace us, now, with your Spirit, I AM WHO I AM. Speak to us, challenge us, change us, heal and strengthen us, Lord, on this wilderness faith journey. Give us confidence and peace to deny ourselves and take up our crosses, following our Savior. In His name we pray. Amen.

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     [1] Richard Nardo, March 25, 2022 at https://www.ntvli.com/ntvblog/2022/3/25/the-monk-parakeet-a-new-york-success-story

In Memory of Jasodrah Maharaj

August 8, 1924-August 24, 2023

Meditation on John 14: 1-19

Pastor Karen Crawford

Sept. 1, 2023

She came to the United States in 1970 from Trinidad and Tobago, not knowing anyone, but ready to embrace America as her new home.

Jasodrah Maharaj had already had a full life. She was born on August 8, 1924 in the British West Indies. Months before the U.S. entered WWII with the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Jasodrah graduated from a residential vocational school at the age of 16. Possessing a strong Christian faith, she excelled in Bible Knowledge and enjoyed reading Scripture. She longed to continue her education, but her father had different plans. He arranged a marriage for her to a much older husband, which was the custom for her culture. She became a stepmother to a toddler when she was just a teenager herself. She went on to have four children, sadly losing one to death before he turned 3. After years of struggle, she separated from her husband in 1966.

 She had gone to secretarial school in the 1950s and became skilled in typing and shorthand. After working briefly in Coventry, England, she returned to Trinidad and did administrative work for a local radio station for about 12 years. Being financially savvy, she was able to accomplish what few women were able to do at the time; she had a house built and secured a loan.

She applied for a permanent resident visa to come to America in 1969 and later became a U.S. citizen. She lived briefly in Miami before moving to New York City. She worked for Chase Manhattan Bank in various positions for 10 years. With her daughter’s encouragement, she began taking college courses at night, while working full time during the day. Her good grades earned her a place on the Dean’s List. She continued with her studies, fulfilling a long-held dream when she graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Sociology from Hunter College in 1977. After that, she earned three master’s degrees while working full time in several careers. Following her work at the bank, she served as a guidance counselor for Covenant House in NYC for about two years, helping troubled teens turn their lives around. Then, she taught students with special needs for about nine years. She loved her students, and they loved her. She had begun Ph.D. work with Columbia University when she retired in 1989.

But there was so much more to Jasodrah than work and school. She lived life to its fullest after she came to America. She is a good example of the words of the psalmist in 90:12, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” She was good at many things. She loved to entertain and cook. People marveled at the wonderful dishes she made using just a few basic ingredients. She was a gardener, enjoying cultivating flowers and shrubs, such as hydrangeas, rhododendrons, azaleas, and forsythia, and vegetables, such as tomatoes, potatoes, and sweet red peppers. She danced! She was an amazing seamstress, self-taught, able to make her own clothes and sew curtains without patterns.  She liked traveling on cruise ships and airplanes and taking long road trips. She was a caring, compassionate, generous, and gentle woman. She adored her children and her grandchildren. She loved to read! She had a playful spirit and enjoyed occasional jaunts to the casino!

She remained faithful. In Trinidad, she attended Greyfriars Presbyterian Church of Scotland. She sang in the choir. When she lived in New York City, she joined Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church. In 1979, she made First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown her church family and worship home and attended with her son, Raj, and daughter, Vidya, until health challenges made it impossible.

In recent years, her vision became so reduced from macular degeneration that she couldn’t read. Her legs became weak, and she struggled to stand and walk. She had some confusion and memory loss. An infection led to hospitalization, followed by a stay in a rehab center and further decline in health and strength.

Not to live in the home she shared with two children must have been very hard for her and them. They had tenderly cared for her and she for them for so many years.

This passage from the gospel of John 14 comes to mind when I think of Jasodrah, whose home and children were always of the utmost importance to her. Going back to Trinidad, when she was one of the rare females to be separated from her husband but still have a home of her own built, where she and her children could live! She must have been determined and focused on her goal, no matter the obstacles to overcome. Her pride at living in the special, planned community of Parkchester, developed by Met Life, touches my heart. This was not a woman who looked back and got stuck in past troubles and disappointments. She had dreams. And she lived graciously, able to forgive and move on.

And what a blessing for her that she was able to live with two of her children her entire life! She never had to go through any time of “empty nest,” something I just recently faced when my son, Jacob, who has lived with us all along, moved to Denver. I can’t imagine where he is living, having never been to Colorado, and I worry he might be lonely. I miss him.

I know, as you say your final goodbyes to your dear mother today, you are trying to imagine where she is now and when you will ever be together again. What kind of a life will it be when we begin the life beyond this age? Where is the place that she has gone to be welcomed into the arms of her Lord? Does she ever feel lonely as we do when we are missing our loved ones here?

The Bible assures us that Christ will wipe away every tear. We will have no more pain or sadness. No more suffering. No more anxiety or fear.

Christ’s disciples were alarmed and protested when he told them that they knew the way to the place where he was going—the place he would be preparing for them so that one day, he would return for them and take them to himself, so that where he was, they would be also. Thomas said, “How CAN we know the way to where you are going when we don’t know where you are going?” All they could think of was that they weren’t ready for Jesus to die. They couldn’t imagine life without him.

He told them that they knew the way. Just as we know the way, the truth, and the life—our faith in Jesus Christ. No matter what happens to us, we have placed our trust in the Lord to know these things for us that are frankly too heavy a burden for us to carry. We can trust in God’s love. We can trust in the many promises of the Scripture that Jasodrah knew and believed—that nothing can separate us from God’s love. Not anything in this world or in the world to come. And how Christ will be with us always, even to the end of the age.

The promised Holy Spirit has already come—and abides in and among us now. We are not alone. Because of the Spirit, we have the power to do more acts of love and kindness than even Christ’s first disciples, when he was with them in the flesh.

The Lord did not leave us orphaned, just as he said! Though we can’t see him now, we will see him again. And because he lives, we also will live… forever with him!

Amen!

Meditation on Exodus 1:8-2:10

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

Aug. 27, 2023

This past Thursday, I hosted another Bedtime Story and Prayer gathering on Zoom for the children.  Four families participated—11 children plus parents, on and off camera.

Are you wondering why am I doing this? I’m pretty sure most pastors aren’t doing Zoom Bedtime Story and prayers with the children of their flocks. The main reason I wanted to do this was to stay connected with the children and young families over the summer. I saw the Bedtime Story and Prayers as a way to do pastoral care with children and young families. It was also an opportunity for ministry beyond the church walls.

After the first story time on Zoom in July, I felt so emotional at spending time with the children in the intimacy of their homes that I became convinced that the gatherings on Zoom at bedtime would help me get to know the children better and for them to get to know me, as well as helping to nurture their faith. I have seen children wrapped in hoodie towels after swimming in their pools, eating a dish of ice cream or finishing dinner in their kitchen. I have seen them in footie pajamas in their living rooms, hugging stuffed dogs as big as they are.

And you know how some of the kids are shy in church? Well, most are NOT shy and quiet when they are in their homes, talking to me on Zoom! I have gotten caught up on their summer news and happenings, seen their smiling faces and heard their giggling—a lot more than they do in church!

As the story comes to a close, I have seen the younger ones yawn. That makes me feel all warm and peaceful. The parents are probably yawning off camera! The best part of all—and there are many good parts to this—is when I ask if any of the children have joys or prayer requests to share. They rarely need any prompting.

We have prayed for healing for family members, blessings on the new school year—that they would have a good time and make new friends. We have prayed that God would bless their parents when the busy time of school begins, once again. We have thanked God for God’s Son and the wonders of summer, all the fun things we have been able to do, and for this day—the beauty of the rain, the clouds, the sunshine. We have prayed that God would continue to watch over and keep all the children and families safe, in the Lord’s tender care.

Yesterday, I got to thinking of how radical the Zoom bedtime story and prayers really is! We are welcoming the Holy Spirit into our children’s homes and lives and teaching them how God wants to hear everything that is on our minds and hearts, that God wants to be known to all the children and families, and that God loves us and wants to help us and be with us, forever. We are teaching them, without saying in so many words, about the power of prayer, not just in church, but also in our homes or wherever we are!

Is there anything more wonderful to God and more offensive to the powers and principalities of darkness than teaching our children to hope in the Lord and be led by the Love in their hearts?

Our Exodus reading features mostly ordinary folks who do radical and courageous things in a dark time for God’s people. The life-saving acts are done quietly by women whose lives in ancient times are limited to the domestic realm.

The midwives—Shiphrah and Puah—are the first to be heroic in this passage. They are ordered to kill all the infant boys born to the Hebrew-speaking people who have lived in Egypt for generations because of Joseph, son of Jacob and Rachel. Joseph rose to second in command to the pharaoh of his time when he interpreted the pharaoh’s dreams and predicted a famine, saving the lives of many people—Egyptian and Hebrew-speaking alike.

Joseph dies; years pass. A new pharaoh rises to power. He has either forgotten the good that Joseph did for Egypt or doesn’t care. He enslaves the entire population of Hebrew speaking people, and he worries what might happen if there is a war, and the slaves side with his enemies.  The more afraid he becomes, the more he seeks to oppress God’s people.

The midwives have a choice—whether to live out their faith and “fear” the Lord or submit to the evil, frightened pharaoh and take the lives of the children of their own people. One author [1] writes how the midwives’ refusal to follow the Pharaoh’s genocidal instructions “may be the first known incident of civil disobedience in history.” A theologian agrees (Jonathan Magonet), calling them “the earliest, and in some ways the most powerful, examples, of resistance to an evil regime.” [2]

I am sure Shiphrah and Puah aren’t thinking of their legacy or patting themselves on the back for helping their people avoid genocide. They are only following their hearts. Midwives are, of course, devoted to helping women survive childbirth and give birth to strong, healthy babies. Giving birth was incredibly dangerous! Joseph’s mother, Rachel, though she is helped by a midwife, dies while giving birth to her second child, Benjamin, on the way to Canaan. Midwives are the gynecologists, obstetricians, and pediatricians of their day. They make house calls! They use the latest technology available to them, such as, did you catch the detail?—the women are using birthing stools.

What’s amazing is the story Shiphrah and Puah tell when the pharaoh learns they are not following his orders. It feeds right into his fear of the growing Hebrew-speaking population when the midwives say that “the women are not like Egyptian women.” They are more “vigorous” and give birth before the midwives arrive.

God rewards the midwives for their acts of bravery. God gives them families of their own—so we have another peek inside this ancient society, where midwives are usually women who cannot have children. Now even the midwives are giving birth!

Pharaoh responds by ordering that every male Hebrew child be thrown into the Nile.

Moses’s mother hides her beautiful son for 3 months, (how can she do that, right?) and when she can no longer safely conceal him, she puts him into the Nile, as the pharaoh has commanded. But first she lays him in a papyrus basket that has been sealed and water-proofed with the technology of their day. She sends her older daughter, Miriam, out to keep an eye on him. What’s a bossy, older sister for?

By the grace and mercy of God, the woman who discovers Moses in the Nile is none other than the pharaoh’s own daughter. She knows he is a child of the Hebrew people and what her father would do if he found out! Yet, she follows HER heart and loves and cares for him, anyway. Sister Miriam is right there to suggest a Hebrew mother to nurse the child for the Egyptian princess until he is old enough for her to raise him in the palace. She suggests the baby’s own mother. Of course, she’s the one!

Yes, the Lord uses a number of brave women and a girl to save the life of baby Moses. All of them follow the love in their heart and choose goodness over evil during a dark and terrible time. They choose the ways that lead to life over the ways that lead to death.

And God blesses them and uses them for a MUCH bigger plan to save God’s people. They have no idea, at the time.

After I said goodnight to the children and their parents at my Zoom storytime and prayers Thursday night, I told my husband how well it went. I thought aloud, “I guess I am finished with my summer program.”

Later, I received notes from two mothers, sad that they had missed Thursday’s gathering. “I hope you had a great turn out,” one said, “and that we can catch the next one .” The other said the family was busy celebrating their son’s birthday. “Hope to catch you another time,” she said. “Give us a reminder about the September one.”

The funny thing was that I wasn’t planning on continuing the story time—not till next summer. My husband and I looked at each other and grinned. How can I not do another? And another?

You never know how something small at the beginning turns out to be more important and even radical and dangerous to the power and principalities of darkness.

Paul in First Corinthians 15:57 says that God has given us the victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. We have nothing to fear from any evil thing in this world.

I urge you today to have the courage of the midwives Shiphrah and Puah, Moses’ mother, sister Miriam, and the pharaoh’s own daughter.

May you choose goodness over evil.

With God’s wisdom and strength, may you choose the ways that lead to life.

And may the Lord bless us and use us for a MUCH bigger plan of salvation.

Will you pray with me?

Let us pray.

Dear Heavenly Parent, Gracious and Merciful God, thank you for leading us in your wisdom and giving us the strength and creativity to try new things to reach out to those within and outside our church walls. Thank you for the children and young families in our congregation. We are so blessed! Bless them, Lord, watch over them and keep them safe as they prepare to begin a new school year. Help them to find time and energy for Sunday worship and fellowship with their church family. Stir us to encourage one another and resist giving in to fear, the spirit of the age, when it comes to making decisions. Draw us to daily seek you in prayer, hope in you, know your will for us, and to choose the ways of life. Keep us living in obedience to You and following the love your Spirit has poured into our hearts. In the name of Your Son, our Lord, we pray. Amen.

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[1] Francine Klagsbrun, Voices of Wisdom, ISBN 0-394-40159-X

[2] Magonet, Jonathan (1992) Bible Lives (London: SCM), 8.

Meditation on Matthew 15:21-28

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

Aug. 20, 2023

Every community needs at least one person like a woman I met in Renville, MN—someone who would give the shirt off their back if someone was in need. Her name is Lori. She can be tough and gruff and blunt. But she has a heart of compassion.

She is the founder of a community non-profit called CIRCLE: Creative Integration of Resources for a Cohesive Life for Everyone.

People give to the Circle Boutique (its thrift shop) furniture, appliances, toys, blankets, dishes, lamps, Christmas decorations, and other things that make a home. The CIRCLE Clothing Pantry provides, along with garments, coats, gloves, hats, scarves, and boots—necessities in Minnesota winters. Clothing is free to families and individuals in need, as are the coats. The organization offers other support—Santa’s Closet, Back to School supplies, mentoring, and job coaching. CIRCLE provides community service opportunities for schools and churches and for people who are court ordered to complete community service hours.

I met Lori not long after I began pastoring a Presbyterian Church four miles outside of Renville, population 1,251 back then. Family farms were the rule, not the exception. Some dated back to the late 19^th and early 20^th centuries, when their Northern European, German-speaking ancestors moved to the area seeking a better life. Farming has changed over the years. Fewer hands are needed because of modern mechanization. Now, three crops in rotation cover the black soil of the prairie every spring, summer, and fall: corn, sugar beet, and soybean.

Quite a few of the churches in Renville, including ours, supported CIRCLE. All of us agreed in principle with what she and the organization were doing. None of us on our own could do quite what Lori managed to do in a couple of storefronts in the center of town, though I remember she was often struggling to pay her rent. God always provided some way. Visiting her one day to drop off donations, I noticed she had a shower stall in the back. She told me that she charged $1 per shower to those without homes. She provided soap and towels. Many of the people who used the shower were migrant farm workers, hired for the sugar beet crop. They slept in tents or pickup trucks; they couldn’t afford to stay in the cheapest truck stops or motels. None of the locals offered to house them. They were predominantly Spanish speakers from Texas and Mexico, but some were simply backpackers passing through, looking for temporary work. Many residents viewed them suspiciously, as outsiders. Sadly, when the crops were harvested, some residents were relieved when they moved on and didn’t encourage them to stay.

Lori, in contrast, used to have barbecues for the workers, going out and serving hamburgers in the tent communities.

She says of the nonprofit: “Our belief is that everyone has resources to offer, and everyone has needs. CIRCLE’s mission is to establish quality relationships for the purpose of friendship, support, stability and community. You can get stuff anywhere but not always with a positive caring relationship. … We value the creation of caring communities by welcoming all, valuing all, supporting all and learning from all.” 

Reading today’s gospel passage in Matthew, I am thinking that this community where Jesus and his disciples are ministering probably needs an organization like CIRCLE. There are many people in need. The problem is compounded then—as it is now—by prejudice. Some people will find help. Others will not.

The woman who approaches Jesus and the disciples seeking healing for her daughter is a Canaanite. She is an outsider, though you could say she is a member of the indigenous population.

Ancient Canaan was an area that may have included parts of modern-day Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan. We don’t know much about Canaanites, except that there was much diversity amongst them. They were made up of different ethnic groups. In the Old Testament, God promises the land of Canaan to the Israelites escaping captivity in Egypt. A series of wars are fought against the Canaanites and other groups, which lead to the Israelites taking over their land.

The Canaanite woman believes in Jesus and trusts in his power. She calls him “Lord” and “Son of David.”  

“Send her away,” the disciples implore Jesus, “for she keeps shouting at us!”

At this point in the story, if I hadn’t already read the rest of the passage, I might have expected a totally different plot. Remember when the disciples shoo away the mothers seeking Jesus’s blessing for their children? Jesus scolds them and holds the children up as model citizens in the Kingdom of God. Remember when the disciples are tired after a long day of ministry and want Jesus to send the crowd away to get their own food? Jesus says, “You give them something to eat.”

So, when we hear Jesus saying these things and doing what he does—we are horrified. Aren’t we? First, he ignores her request and says nothing, as if she isn’t there. After the disciples tell Jesus to send her away, he says to her, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.” She’s not one of them!

Then, she kneels at his feet and begs, “Lord, help me.”

This still doesn’t move Jesus! “It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs,” he says.

This leads me to wonder why this passage is in the Bible at all! It portrays Jesus in an unfavorable light.

Then it comes to me. Maybe shocking us is the point. Maybe Jesus is trying to address the prejudice of his time and our time by revealing what all the other people in his community believe about Canaanites—that they just need to go away. They are enemies. They are not even people.

But then, he has a change of attitude, as the disciples watch and listen. Is it really a change or does he reveal, finally, what has been in his heart all along? We’ll never know.

It could be that the one who is fully human and fully God is learning what it means to be, as the people declare in the gospel of John chapter 4, “the Christ, the Savior of the world.”

The Canaanite woman doesn’t give up. Jesus is her daughter’s only hope. She doesn’t argue her worthiness or equality with the “the lost sheep of Israel.”

“Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table,” she says.

“Woman, great is your faith!” Jesus says. “Let it be done for you as you wish.”

Instantly, her daughter is healed.

Dear friends, what do we do with today’s gospel lesson? How will it move us? What does it mean for us to believe that God is a God for all people, even the people who make us uncomfortable or angry and demand to be heard, like the Canaanite woman?

How, then, shall we live and treat others, when it so hard to like EVERYONE, let alone love them? How can we get along with people who don’t share our views, values, and beliefs? How do we see people who seem so different from us as being just like us?

And yes, how do we bear witness to an all-inclusive faith in which everyone has a place at the table in the Kingdom of God?

None of us are worthy enough for God’s redemption. All of us would be like the Canaanite woman, begging for mercy and to be treated like the stray dogs eating crumbs under the table, if it weren’t for our Savior’s self-giving love and suffering work on the cross. Because of God’s Son, we are invited to come boldly to the throne of grace!

You and I, we are going to have to rely on God’s grace and love for us as we try to reveal that grace and love to others. We are going to have to trust in the words that the Lord speaks to Paul, struggling with a thorn in his flesh in 2 Cor. 12:9, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

It will mean being honest with ourselves and seeking God’s help and healing for our broken places. For all of us are wounded. All of us have experienced trauma, including a worldwide pandemic. We carry hurts, always hoping that no one will see and judge us for our weaknesses. It’s by being honest about our weaknesses that we will experience spiritual healing, growth, and unity.

May we learn to be comfortable enough and feel safe enough in our community of faith to be our true selves, praying that God’s mercy will flow in and through us. And that when a change of heart is needed, like it was that day the Canaanite woman was shouting at the disciples, the Spirit will do this transforming work.

May we come to believe that God can work through imperfect people to help other imperfect people. For this is our calling! May we learn to trust in the sufficiency of God’s power perfected in weakness: to bring clarity and order in times of confusion and chaos; wisdom to those who seek it; and wholeness and peace to those who feel broken and anxious.

Friends, never forget that you and I serve the Lord of the lost sheep and unworthy, the One who desires all to be found and be made whole, holy, and redeemed.

Let us pray.

Holy One, Good Shepherd of the lost sheep, thank you for your love, mercy, and grace for sinners. We believe that, no matter the situation, your grace is enough, for your power is perfected in our weakness. Thank you for your redemption in Jesus Christ and your welcome for all people who desire to come to the table in the Kingdom of God. Strengthen our faith. Lead us to serve and care for our communities as you reveal to us our unique gifts, talents, passions, and resources. Heal us and knit together our church family in a spirit of shared mission. Grant us wisdom and peace. In the name of Christ Jesus, our Lord and Redeemer, we pray. Amen.

Meditation on Matthew 14:22-33

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

Aug. 13, 2023

It is good to be back leading worship with you. I can’t put into words how strange it feels on Sunday morning when I am NOT with you.

My vacation began with a celebration of my birthday with my two granddaughters in Cambridge, MA. The following day, my mom and I left from Boston Harbor on the ship Zaandam for a 7-day cruise. We had beautiful weather, traveling up the New England Coast to Canada, stopping in Portland, Maine and Bar Harbor; Saint John, New Brunswick; Halifax, Nova Scotia; and Sydney on Cape Breton Island. I enjoyed being on the ship, walking the promenade deck, taking in the ocean breezes, watching beautiful sunsets and the water that went on for miles and miles, when we were out at sea, with no land in sight. It was nice to take time and just rest and breathe, be in the moment, enjoy the scenery. We all need that! Amen?

Sydney was probably my favorite destination. Our guide was willing to tell the whole story of his community—not sugarcoat it for the tourists, if you know what I mean. A bus took us to economically struggling areas, as well as more well-to-do and polished tourist spots. We went to the Mi’kmaq Nation’s reservation, saw from the tourbus windows its museums, parks, hotels, and casino, and heard how the indigenous people haven’t been treated fairly by the Europeans but the province is trying to do better.

The sweetest part of that trip for me was when we stopped at a former Jewish synagogue that has become the Whitney Pier Historical Society’s Museum. The Whitney Pier region is the district adjacent to the former coal mines and a steel mill that was one of the world’s largest steel mills in the 20^th century. The plant that played an important role in the Allied war effort in WWII fell on hard times and closed in 1968. Reopened and operated by the government after overwhelming public protest, it closed permanently in 2001. Cleaning up the former steel plant and the toxic Sydney Tar Ponds it left behind were a source of controversy due to its health effects on residents. After the clean-up was finished in 2013, the community built Open Hearth Park on the former steel plant site. The tour guide motioned to it with a nod and a wave as the bus roared by.

At the historical society museum, I went through old-fashioned scrap books with curling photographs and yellowed newspaper articles. Some family histories were written by schoolchildren. One memorable display told the story of Carl “Campy” Crawford of Whitney Pier. Campy became the first black municipal police officer east of Montreal when he joined the Sydney Police Servicein 1964. When he died in 2003, the force established an award in his honor for officers who demonstrate “leadership and commitment to justice, fairness, volunteerism, sportsmanship and equality in their community.” In 2021, a road that was built across the former coke ovens site as part of the $400-million tar ponds cleanup was renamed “Crawford Crossing” for Campy.

I got to talking with one of the historical society ladies, and I lost my mom. I found her in the museum’s basement and joined her in eating Scottish oatcakes. The ladies joked with us that they didn’t make them, but they gave us a recipe in case we wanted to! Anyone ever made Scottish oatcakes? I have to ask Margaret Cowie.(She said no. But she does make Scottish porridge every day.)

Today, Sydney is home to a diverse population, with many languages and cultures represented. It continues to be a place of refuge for people emigrating from all over the world. Ukrainians have come recently, sponsored by a local Ukrainian church.

Faith is important to many of the residents. I lost count of the number of houses of worship that we passed along the way.

The tour guide said that most people who live on Cape Breton Island cannot afford to buy homes. Young people continue to leave the area searching for better jobs and more opportunities. They rarely return.

The island’s saving grace, perhaps, has become tourism. Political leaders saw this coming, and the Sydney Harbor Channel was dredged for cruise ships in April 2012. Since then, tourism has greatly expanded as people come to shop, eat, and listen to live music at the foot of the world’s largest fiddle, take walking and driving tours, visit the Alexander Bell and other museums and lighthouses, hike the Cabot Trail, and play golf on courses with breathtaking views of mountains, cliffs, and beaches. I’d like to go back someday with Jim and stay at a hotel or bed and breakfast.

The tour guide, a retired teacher and son of a coal miner, used the word “resilient” when he talked about the people who stay, despite the difficulties. Resilient, he said, with a little catch in his voice. I keep remembering the way the people treated us—in the shops where they sold handmade clothing, bags, hats, scarves, and jewelry; walking on the town’s streets; touring historic churches and other buildings. They sincerely, warmly welcomed us.

Back on the ship, I heard one person say, “Some of these places may not be exciting to visit, but you can tell they are nice places to live.”

And I thought, “What a wonderful testimony to the strength, faith, and yes, resilience of a people!” Despite their disappointments and losses, they are kind, cheerful, and welcoming to outsiders. They treated us like we were Jesus walking toward them, on the sea, coming to them in their time of need.

The disciples don’t recognize Jesus, at first, when he comes to them on the water. They aren’t expecting him and certainly aren’t expecting him to come the way that he comes! Jesus is the one who urged them to sail without him, so that he could go to the mountain for some time alone to pray. This is the first time in Matthew that Jesus is recorded praying. Is this a call to the Church to pray for strength for the ministry journey ahead? I think so.

They had had a long day of ministry—teaching healing and yes, feeding a multitude with a little bit of food. Jesus was the one who ultimately dismissed the crowds—told them to go home—so that he and his disciples could recover and rest. They needed time to breathe and prepare for new ministry. But a storm comes while Jesus is on the mountain. Wind and waves batter the disciples’ little sailboat and carry it far from land. They are separated from Jesus and don’t know how to get back to him. They are afraid.

So, when the form came to them in the stormy, watery darkness, they do what other people might do in their situation—they think they are seeing a ghost! Doesn’t it help us to see just how ordinary the disciples are? Not so different from you and me.

This miracle of walking on water is an opportunity for Jesus to reveal that he is not just a human being, like us. He is also divine. This is how God saves the world—through God’s only Son. Notice that Christ reveals his divinity—his ability to walk on water—only to his disciples, and only when they are away from the crowds. And notice that he shows his divinity through this miraculous rescue when they are together and yes, in their time of need. He always comes in our time of need. We are stronger together! And, dear friends, Christ is here with us now.

This is assurance of Christ’s everlasting presence with the Church, and for our need to pray and seek him who wishes to be found. The first thing the Lord does is address their emotional state. Our Lord cares about us, dear friends! “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid,” he says.

Our Lord invites us to enter into ministry with him—to do miracles we couldn’t possibly do on our own. All we need is a tiny bit of faith-like Peter! And we can be like Jesus, walking toward people caught in the waves of a turbulent sea and help them in their time of need.

See how Peter starts his answer to Christ’s assurance of his identity. “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He isn’t convinced that the ghostly figure on the water is Jesus!

Christ says to all of us now, “Come.” His hand is outstretched to us, to step out in faith, despite the swirling waters around us. Come to grow the Kingdom and be transformed, more and more. Don’t be afraid to do things you wouldn’t normally think of doing, things you aren’t sure you know how to do or will be successful doing, in your own strength! I am sure Peter didn’t wake up that morning and say to himself, “Gee, I think I should walk on the sea with Jesus today.” But when he saw him on the water, he was willing to go and meet him there! Keep your heart open and your eyes fixed on Jesus.

I have heard many a message that criticizes Peter for what happens after he steps out of the boat. But I think that’s a misunderstanding. You see, we are supposed to imagine ourselves in the same situation—taking a step of faith, then experiencing the strong force of the wind, and then starting to sink into doubt and fear. This is what you and I would do in the same situation! This is what we do! And that doesn’t make the Lord love us any less. And it doesn’t stop the Lord from helping us in our time of need, when we say with Peter, “Lord, save me!”

This is what Jesus does for Peter and for you and for me. He immediately reaches out his hand and catches us, saying, “You of little faith, why did you doubt?” I imagine him smiling as he says these words. He is pleased that we want to be closer to him. We are stirred by this knowledge of his love and desire for us to worship and serve and follow more closely. Every day, we have new challenges. Yes, we do. And every morning, new mercies. Praise God! All we need is a wee bit of faith, like Peter. With the Spirit’s help, we can be RESILIENT.

We can weather difficulties as individuals and as a gathered church of Jesus Christ. Because of the One who is fully human and fully God. The One who died and was risen to set us free to live abundantly!

So, let go of your fear and reach out to clasp the extended hand of Your Savior. The one who is truly the Son of God.

Let us pray.

Holy One, Risen Savior, Son of God, save us now! We are walking in turbulent waters with you. We have never done this before. We are afraid of sinking and drowning. Help us to reach out to you and accept your extended hand. Stir us to cling to you and the faith you have given us so that we may grow your Kingdom and be transformed, more and more. Grant us grace and peace as we journey together. Lead us to help others in their time of need. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit we pray. Amen.

Meditation on Matthew 13:1–9, 18–23

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

July 16, 2023

I took a walk around my garden yesterday, after the rain. And before the storm this morning!

While the spring flowers and bulbs have finished, many of the summer flowers are blooming in vivid colors.

Red roses, bee balm, geranium and tall, spikey cardinal flower. Bright yellow: black eyed Susans and daylilies. Blue: forget me nots, hosta, and hydrangea. Purple catmint, lavender, sage, veronica. Dainty white daisies. Other plants have the look of blooming soon. Phlox. Butterfly Bush. Rose of Sharon. Coral bells.

And yet, this is the time of year when I have mixed emotions about the garden. I am happy that many of the plants have done well. But I also see where my efforts didn’t pay off with good results: seeds that never sprouted, though they had good soil, water, light and warmth. Plants that started out great—and now have leaves eaten by beetles and slugs. Or choked out by weeds and vines, including poison ivy. I have the telltale blisters and rash on my arms that I have, once again, come in contact with the plant that I try so hard to avoid.

Gardening is a dangerous thing.

You’d think I get used to it. Or maybe I would just quit gardening and take up another hobby. You know, something safe and comfortable, that you can do inside, in the air conditioning. So much work: weeding, deadheading, trimming, watering. Spraying deer and rabbit repellent once a week—or there wouldn’t be a garden at all.

This time of year, in spite of the many flowers in bloom, I begin to question if it is worth all the time and effort.

Reading the parable of the sower and the seed through the perspective of my own gardening experiences, I can’t help but wonder why the sower is scattering seed in places where the seed won’t grow well. Why are they throwing seed on the path for the birds to eat? Why do they throw seed on rocky ground or among thorns? Why are they being so wasteful?

The answer is that the sower isn’t a gardener or farmer in this story. They do one job and one job alone. They scatter the seed and move on. The sower doesn’t prepare the soil. They don’t remove rocks and weeds. They don’t add soil conditioners or organic matter. They don’t fertilize or water.

They scatter the seed and keep going.

They don’t stick around to watch over and care for the plants through the stages of growth, doing what they can to help them form healthy roots, stems, leaves, flowers, fruit, and seeds.

They scatter the seed. That’s all. Predictably, with mixed results.

The great crowd of people, who have followed Jesus and are listening to him teach from a small boat put out a little way from the shore, is thinking the same thing, “Why did the sower do such a poor job?”

They know that only the seed planted in good soil will grow to maturity and bear fruit and yield an abundant harvest. And this is the point of the story—knowing what it means to be the one who is planted and plants in good soil and bears fruit.

This is the promise for the one who hears the word of the Lord, understands it and lives by it: you will bear fruit and yield an abundant harvest. The one with a good foundation in Jesus Christ will endure in the faith when the evil one tries to make us stumble in our walk with God. The one rooted in Christ will not lose our joy when persecution and suffering comes. Those planted in good soil won’t be distracted by the cares of this age or the lure of wealth.

What I can’t stop thinking about is the sower who scatters the seed and keeps walking, regardless of whether the seed falls on rocky or thorny ground or in the path.

That just seems wrong to me.

I believe that we do have the responsibility to help people hear God’s word and understand it, take it to heart and allow it to change their lives. We do that by staying in loving relationship with one another and to those whom God calls us to reach with the gospel. Hearing the word and coming to understand it with our minds and hearts takes time, patience, and being in loving relationship.

We are God’s gardeners—called to tend the garden of humanity, all the world that God so loves. Tending the garden means sowing seeds of kindness, of faith, hope, love, peace, grace, endurance, forgiveness, gentleness, patience, and generosity. We tend even though the work is dangerous, frustrating, tiring, and in spite of persecution or suffering. We are called to be the Lord’s Gardeners, with God’s gracious help.

But we are not just God’s Gardeners, workers for the Kingdom Harvest. We are also God’s Garden. We are the seeds being scattered and sown. And we have the seeds of kindness, of faith, hope, love, endurance, forgiveness, gentleness, patience, and generosity given to us by the Spirit, dwelling within us. The Lord is tending us, carefully and lovingly, helping us to grow each day. Like my garden that is far from perfect, we are not perfect; in God’s eyes, we are still beautiful and loved with an everlasting and unconditional love.

The Lord doesn’t just scatter seeds and keep going, like the sower in the story. God who created us in the divine image breathed life into us with God’s own breath. The Lord can see what we WILL be, someday, when the work of the Spirit is done, and Jesus comes again to gather His Church. What a glorious day that will be!

This time of year, though I have mixed emotions about the work—and I hate the heat, humidity, and bugs!—something compels me to keep going back to the garden. I sense that I am called to care for the plants and animals, for they matter, never thinking that they belong to me, to do whatever I want to do with them, because they are in my yard. They belong to God, and I am entrusted with this Holy work.

I always have hope that things will better next year. I try to learn from my experiences—and from talking with other gardeners. It’s often trial and error with gardening, isn’t it? Just when I am ready to give up and find a new hobby, I have a burst of energy and creativity In the fall. Fall is the best time to dig and plant. While I work, I will be dreaming, once again, of my beautiful garden in spring.

This is what I pray for all of you: when you get mixed emotions about your call to be God’s Gardeners, when you get tired of sowing seeds and not seeing results: that you will be strengthened to continue in God’s work. That you will keep a good foundation for your life in Jesus Christ, with prayer, worship, Christian fellowship, and studying scripture. That you will see how important your work of sowing is for God and humanity. For sowing seeds is a Holy mission. The lives you touch with your Holy work are lives that belong to God. Therefore, be gentle and gracious with all people.

Also remember, dear friends, that you are God’s Garden. You are the seed God has planted and is nurturing to eternal life. The Lord isn’t finished with YOU, yet. Or anyone else! The work of the Spirit goes on. So be patient with yourself—and with others. Everything we see is temporary.

As we leave from this place today, as God’s Gardeners and Garden, let us hold onto the promise that God is with us, never a sower that scatters and keeps going. The Lord is nourishing us to endure in the faith. From seed to root, stems and leaves, God is at work in and among us!

Hearing the word and coming to understand it with our minds and hearts takes time, patience, and being in loving relationship.

May we bloom and bear fruit, ever so abundantly, serving God and neighbor, our community and world!

Let us pray.

Holy One, thank you for calling us to be your Gardeners and your Garden, creating us in your image and breathing in us your very breath, your Holy Spirit. Help us, Lord, in this Holy Work of sharing the gospel with our community and world. It isn’t always comfortable or easy. Give us courage to be faithful to sow seeds of kindness and peace, grace, gentleness and generosity, hope and love, and to not be disappointed if we don’t see the results we want to see. Guide us to trust in you to do the work of growth in us and others as we seek to understand and keep your word in our hearts and minds and be obedient to your call. In the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ, we pray. Amen.

Meditation on Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

July 9, 2023

I made a stop at an optician’s office to buy new glasses this week, in between pastoral care visits and serving Home Communion. Still wearing my pink clergy shirt with a white collar, I stopped in to see John in the Shop Rite shopping center in Hauppauge.

Well, my eyeglass prescription had changed, and I had been putting it off and worrying about it. I didn’t want to spend $800, like I did 7 years ago when I bought new glasses in Florida. And I thought, if I paid that much for my glasses that long ago, in Florida, how much are they going to cost me here?

One of our members had recommended John. She told me some of his story—and the good experience she had with him. Beginning in middle school, John learned how to grind lenses from his optician uncle. His parents sent him to help his uncle in his eyeglass shop for a few weeks each summer. John said that he was a terror with his glasses and was always breaking them as a kid. His parents were weary of replacing them!

“Go and learn how to make them yourself,” they said!

So he did.

John had nothing but wonderful things to say about his uncle—and what a testimony to his hands-on teaching and example that John would decide that he, too, would pursue a career as an optician and help people see better by fitting them with glasses.

He didn’t have any coupon offers for me. No buy one, get one half off. He was just kind, honest, and generous. He was funny, too. When I walked up to the counter with my new prescription and asked if he would help me find new glasses, he looked at the paper—and looked at me not wearing any glasses—and said, “You must be wearing contact lenses. Because you’re REALLY near sighted!”

In the end, he didn’t try to sell me any glasses! He said, “You don’t look like a glasses’ kind of girl. You look like a contact lenses’ kind of girl.” (And I didn’t mind being called a girl at all!)

He persuaded me to let him make new lenses for my old frames that he would straighten and tighten. The new lenses cost about half the price I paid for new glasses 7 years ago and would be thinner and lighter than the old ones. He shook his head when I offered to give him a deposit. No one pays until they pick up their glasses and walk out satisfied. He would text me when they were ready.

I didn’t expect that, at all!

As I drove home, I thought about how John learned the technology of making eyeglasses and fitting people for glasses through a formal degree program. But he learned how to be an optician as an apprentice to his uncle, working closely with and watching a man who obviously cared about his clients and his community more than maximizing his profit!

Our passage in Matthew today is about seeing the ways of Christ and our faith with fresh eyes and doing the unexpected as a witness to Christ. This reading is about wisdom—a new kind of wisdom than what passes for wisdom in our culture and wisdom in Jesus’ time and place.

Things haven’t changed THAT much.

Jesus turns everything upside down! People are confused and angered by him! He sounds exasperated by those who are misunderstanding and complaining about what he and his relative, John the Baptist, have been doing and saying about the Kingdom of God and the importance of repentance. He is sharply critical of institutional religion, with those in leadership holding to a form of religiosity, without actually living a life of faith, in loving relationship with God and neighbor.

Jesus says of his critics,

 “For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, ‘He has a demon’; the Son of Man came eating and drinking, and they say, ‘Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’ Yet wisdom is vindicated by her deeds.”

The example Christ gives of those who are understanding and living out their faith is that of children and infants—the ones without any voice, power, or status. He prays, “I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things (the true wisdom of the world) from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants; yes, Father, for such was your gracious will.”

On this day when we welcome and baptize Jesse Scanna, Jr. and celebrate his entrance into Christ’s Body and being claimed by Him, isn’t it inspiring to talk about the wisdom of children and infants as a model for us all? This is important to remember—that it isn’t just the family and Church family who have much to teach and nurture in those whom we baptize. The children and infants also have much to teach and nurture in US—if only we have eyes to see and hearts open to learn from them and be changed by them.

In Matthew 18, the disciples are arguing with each other over who is the greatest and Jesus  “called a child, whom he put among them, and said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”

When I was with the optician in Hauppauge, being fitting for my new lenses, the optician who learned his care and concern for his clients as a teen from the uncle who served as his mentor, asked me to put on my glasses, while I was wearing my contact lenses. He apologized for any discomfort it would cause me.

As I looked through my contact lenses, combined with my glasses with thick, corrective lenses, I saw the room completely distorted. The world was a mush of colors and unidentifiable shapes. I couldn’t tell which forms were people and which were furniture. Even the light emanating from light fixtures was bent and casting an eerie glow.

A new thought popped into my head. This is how the world looks to some people, who live without faith. Who have NO hope. The world is ugly, distorted. Confusing.

When we know Christ and the compassion of God, we have clarity. We see glimpses of the Kingdom right here. We see blessings and order in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.

I saw the kindness of an optician as a gracious gift from God on a seemingly ordinary day. It’s all in how we see the world and ourselves, our testimonies in Christ. Everything looks different when we see our own personal stories through the lens of the life and self-giving love of Christ, our Savior, humble teacher, and merciful healer.

But those of us who have been churchgoers for a long time may be tempted to take for granted the yoke of Christ or forget that we have to keep on choosing to accept this yoke, each day. That is, if we want to have a peace that surpasses all understanding and a kind of rest that the world will never give.

This is a SOUL rest. A SABBATH rest we can experience any time—and not just on Sunday morning. This is for those who want a different way of life than the world would choose for us. For those who long to stop striving and trying to be perfect, strong, and smart. For those who are always falling short of our own ridiculously high expectations and not living in the fullness of Christ’s redeemed! This invitation from Christ to companion with him for all eternity is a gift for ALL who seek it!

Listen to your Lord, once again, through The Message, Eugene Peterson’s translation:

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me. Watch how I do it.  Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

Let us pray.

Holy One, we ARE tired. We ARE worn out. We are ready for a change. Yes, we will come to you. Yes, we want to get away with you and recover our lives, the lives you have planned for us. Teach us about real rest. Help us to take a real rest. Gather us close to you so that we may watch you as you walk and work and learn to walk and work with you. Give us your joy and peace as we experience the unforced rhythms of grace—something we can’t see or know in this world without knowing you. We promise to trust you as you build up our faith. We trust that you won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on us—that everything will be OK. That you will keep company with us as we keep company with you and be stirred to live freely and lightly. In your Son’s name we pray with thanksgiving. Amen.

Meditation on Matthew 10:40-42

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

July 2, 2023

Today, we had the joy of presenting an A.B. Lawrence Memorial Scholarship to Alyssa Hubbs, who has grown up in our congregation!

I have seen her faith in action, and her loving, giving ways up close. I marvel at her servant spirit, something I don’t often see in a person so young. I wrote this in a letter of recommendation for the Rambo Scholarship from Northport, which she also received!

I told the scholarship committee that among her many spiritual gifts, the one I see the most often is her gift of “helps” – offering and following through with any task that is needed, without any fanfare. She is humble and hardworking, probably embarrassed by all this attention!

She puts the needs of others before her own.

The list of her acts of service is long. She served as a junior deacon for more than two years. She baked bread for Communion and cookies for bake sales and assisted at fundraisers. She has a great rapport with young children and adults and has labored as a teacher and helper in Sunday school for five years. Just think how many lives she has already touched with her gentle spirit!

She shows up for church clean up days, in spite of her busy schedule, with her family, not being afraid to get her hands dirty—weeding and blowing leaves, power washing the parking lot, and washing windows. During the pandemic when the church was closed, she helped deliver Communion baskets to members, with bread and juice and inspirational pamphlets. She has wrapped countless presents for Adopt-an-Angel.

She isn’t just a worker. She isn’t JUST a Martha, though you know how important Martha’s gifts were for the Lord and his disciples. She is also a Mary—and I want to encourage her, today, to continue in her pursuit of Mary gifts in her busy life—the gift of contemplation, meditation on Scripture and pursuit of peace with God, drawing nearer to the Lord in prayer. This will give you strength and purpose, Alyssa, to do all that God has ordained for you to do.

On the first Sunday that I led worship—on March 20, 2022—Alyssa raised her hand during the sharing of joys and concerns. She asked for prayer for healing for her younger sister, Sara, who had just recently been diagnosed with diabetes. I could hear the concern in her voice and sense her strong belief in prayer. Since then, she has made other prayer requests for family and friends during worship.

There’s so much more to Alyssa—and I am sure some of you have beautiful Alyssa stories to share.

I have never seen her without a smile and a cheerful word on greeting, even if she has one of those headaches that she sometimes gets. Alyssa is a hugger! She possesses the gift of WELCOME.

As we praise and encourage Alyssa to keep going in her faith journey and discern God’s will for her life, let us be reminded that this young woman didn’t become the person she is all by herself. She has a close-knit, loving and faithful family. Her parents have brought her and her sister to church and Sunday School since they were babes in their arms, as they say. They model what it means to be humble servants. They work behind the scenes, quietly doing things that are important for the Kingdom of God. They are huggers, too! They possess the gift of WELCOME.

As we encourage Alyssa’s family to hold onto their faith and keep going in the works that God is leading them to do, let us be reminded that this family isn’t the family they are today all by themselves. Healthy families come from healthy communities, and especially healthy congregations. You have modeled to Alyssa’s family the love and welcome of Christ and encouraged them in their gifts!

Friends, we are connected by this common calling to serve Christ –and by the power of the Spirit, we can see the beauty of the Lord in each other. Every time we show love to one another and humbly serve each one, with acts of kindness and generosity both quiet and loud, small and large… we show the love and welcome of Christ to those whom Jesus called “the little ones.” This is his term of endearment for his followers. For all of us!

As he sends us out on a dangerous mission, just like he sent out the original 12, he sends us out with a promise. “Truly, I tell you,” he says, “none of these (his followers) will lose their reward.”

Our passage in Matthew falls at the end of chapter 10, and so much happens in this chapter! He calls the 12 disciples and “gives them authority over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to cure every disease and every sickness!” He provides a list of instructions as they go to proclaim the good news that “The Kingdom of heaven has come near.” Their job is to do what he has been doing, with the Spirit’s power: “cure the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons.”

Isn’t it curious that He gives them a list of things NOT to take with them? This goes against everything his society would expect. It goes against logic! Don’t take any money, he says. “For you received without payment; give without payment.” “Take no gold, or silver, or copper in your belts, no bag for your journey, or two tunics, or sandals, or a staff…” he says.

If the people open their hearts and homes to receive Christ’s good news, welcome and peace, they, too, will be Christ’s followers, proclaimers of his good news, welcome and peace to neighbors and strangers.

It really is simple, isn’t it? Why wouldn’t everyone embrace such a mission? Well, Christ promises his followers that they will be persecuted. This comes with seeking to build the present and coming Kingdom of heaven, of which we only see in glimpses in this side of eternal life.  “See, I am sending you out like sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves,” he says.

The religious and political leaders will be the persecutors. They will be handed over to councils, flogged in their own religious gathering places, dragged before governors and kings—all because of Jesus. But they need not fear those in power. The Spirit will lead them and give them the words to say as if Christ were speaking through them.

One of my favorite parts of chapter 10 is when Jesus uses birds to illustrate God’s love and tender care. Beginning at verse 29, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?” he asks—and a penny was worth about what our penny is worth today. “Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. And even the hairs of your head are all numbered,” he goes on. “So do not be afraid,” Jesus says, of his mission and our calling. “For you are of more value than sparrows.”

Sometimes, it’s hard to imagine what a mission looks like, in this day and age. We think of “missionaries.” I know some who have answered that call to overseas’ mission fields.

Most of us aren’t called to be foreign mission workers. God doesn’t expect us all to leave our jobs and families, and, like Abraham at 75, go to a place where God will show us. Our mission field, at least for now, is right here where God has sent us, planted us, and continues to use and grow us. Every day, we choose to be obedient, serve and reveal God’s love, bear Christ’s peace and welcome one another, neighbors and strangers, as if we were welcoming Christ himself.

Here in our church family, we have said goodbye to many members as they move on to live and serve God in other places. In the last year or so, we have said goodbye to Marsha Saddlemire, Timmi Nalepa and her husband, Bob O’Brien. Harriet McMahon, and Tracy Henchey and her family. But when we gather at the Lord’s Table, as we will in a few moments, we are reunited with Christ’s Body in every time and place. It’s as if they never left! And we see a glimpse of the present and coming Kingdom of heaven that Christ often talked about. The Spirit re-members and strengthens the whole Church. Renewed and refreshed by bread and cup, we are, once again, sent out on our mission to proclaim the good news and reveal the love, peace, and welcome of Christ to the world.

In a few months, we will say goodbye, for a little while to Alyssa, who will be studying nursing at Iona University. We will hold her in our hearts and prayers and look forward to seeing her at Christmastime, if not before!

 Alyssa, you are being sent on a mission much like the mission of the 12 long ago. It will be challenging and hard, at times, and surprising and exciting—because God has a plan. You will learn and grow and make new friends! I know you! You will bloom wherever God plants you. We will be here waiting for you with open arms, ready to WELCOME you home! We will all want to give you hugs!

We will have more time together before we say goodbye, but when you go, I have a list of instructions. It isn’t quite the same as Christ’s list for his disciples. You will need money. Your parents will help you with that! You will need at least two sets of clothes. Probably more. And you will need more than one pair of shoes and one bag!

Alyssa, our love and peace, and the love and peace of Christ, will go with you.

Wherever you go, Christ will be with you in Spirit! He will help you to know God’s will each day. You don’t need to know more than one day—so don’t worry about the future!

Oh, and Christ will give you the words to say.

Do not fear! For the Lord loves you more than the sparrow. Not one sparrow falls to the ground apart from God’s knowing and caring.

Remember to be like Martha and continue in your humble service, with your precious gift of helps. And be like Mary—draw near to God and God will draw near to you!

Finally, remember to use your gift of WELCOME to neighbors and strangers. Keep on hugging! And in so doing, you will welcome Christ Himself.

Will you pray with me? Let us pray.

Holy One, thank you for your love and welcome—desiring all to come to you and your Kingdom of Heaven, brought near through our Savior, Jesus Christ. Fill us with your love and welcome—so that we may serve you by loving and welcoming neighbors and strangers, until all may come to know you and your love and welcome, too. As we seek to obey your word and do your will, grant us your peace. Watch over our children and grandchildren, when you send them out on their divine mission. Give us strength to release them and faith to trust them to be with you wherever they go. Be gentle with them as you transform and grow them. Then use them, dear God and Father of all humanity, to make the world a better place. In the name of Christ the Lord we pray. Amen.

Meditation on Romans 8:14-38

In Memory of June Carlson

6/24/1930-3/22/2023

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

Pastor Karen Crawford

June 25, 2023

I was the new pastor in Smithtown when I called June Carlson in May of last year. I introduced myself and told her how surprised I was to discover that she was living in the same senior living community where my mom lives—John Knox Village, in Orange City, FL.

She shared how surprised SHE was that her pastor from Smithtown, New York was calling her! And she knew my Mom! They met playing bridge.

We had a wonderful conversation that day, in which I learned a little about her life here and her life there and her hopes for the church. She never forgot us, though it had been some 9 years since she had moved away. She specifically asked about programs for children and youth. Did we bring back Vacation Bible School, yet? It was the first of many wonderful conversations; I continued to reach out to her by phone regularly, and we exchanged cards and letters.

On that first call, she told me how, in addition to playing bridge with my mom, they often had lunch together with a group on Sundays at 2, when June gathered a circle of her “interesting” friends at John Knox. June had a sharp mind and enjoyed being in the company of other bright, active women. At those gatherings, my mom learned how June missed Smithtown—her church and community friends and all of the groups with which she had been involved.

 Yes, Smithtown was still her hometown, though she was born in Manhattan and grew up in Brooklyn. She graduated from what is now SUNY Oswego, northwest of Syracuse, and met dark-haired, dark-eyed Allan Carlson while they were attending graduate school at Columbia University. They were married at Grace Reformed Church in Brooklyn on Jan. 27, 1951. They lived in East Patchogue from ‘57-59 and had two children, Barbara and Phil. They moved to Schenectady for a couple of years before coming to Hauppauge in ‘62, then Saint James in ‘70.

Overall, June lived in the Smithtown area 51 years. She and Allan joined our congregation in the early 1960s, bringing their children with them for worship and children and youth programs, including Vacation Bible School!

June never shared with me that she had been a kindergarten teacher! She served children in elementary schools in Commack for 28 years—Circle Hill, Cedar Road, and Rolling Hills. She retired in 1992. When I heard that—it all made sense. Why she worried about children’s ministry so much and why we got along so well—because as a former teacher myself, I know the importance of nurturing the faith of children from an early age. We can’t wait till they are fully grown to tell them about God’s love. They need to know it now!

June cared about her community and was a joiner. She was a member of the Smithtown Garden Club and one of her projects included tending the Caleb Smith Park herb garden. She served as a trustee on the Library Board and member of the Friends of Smithtown Library. She served on the town arts council and the auxiliary of St. Catherine’s Hospital in Smithtown when it was St. John’s. She was active with the historical society. She wanted to help other women pursue higher education; this led to her involvement with PEO and remaining active with the group after she moved to Florida. This was true of AAUW, of which she was a charter member of Smithtown’s chapter. She loved participating in fund-raising activities—chairing fashion shows and luncheons.

At her senior living community in Florida, June remained active and social. In addition to playing bridge several days a week, she went to morning aquatic exercise classes, and, when she was living independently in an apartment there, attended a local church on Sunday mornings.

The strange coincidence, if you believe in coincidences, was that I actually met June at John Knox while I was serving a church on Merritt Island and visiting my parents there. I met her, again, when I was serving the church in Ohio and my father passed away in August 2019. I presided over his funeral at the community center at John Knox. And she came.

So, I think I have known June since 2016 or 17, only I have never seen her in her beloved Smithtown. Well, perhaps that’s not true. Because I have sensed her spirit with us in her garden. The garden was established in 1994, with her gift, in memory of her husband, Allan, who died on Feb. 19, 1982, and her son, Philip, who died on Nov. 17, 1993.

To talk with June, you would never know that she had experienced the great sadness of losing her husband and son, while he was still a young man. Tending to the garden was a way of nurturing her memories—and a good reminder that death can and would be swallowed up by life. She often checked in with our trustees, asking them how the garden was growing—and making sure there were funds for its upkeep.

June married a man named from Australia named Keith Johnston in 1989 and this led to their buying a place in Palm Coast, FL, and their dividing their time between Long Island and Florida.

Keith passed away in 2014, and June moved to John Knox in Orange City in 2015.

To talk with her by phone, you would never know about her physical challenges. She never talked about her pain or struggle with mobility and low vision. She didn’t complain about her health. She continued to play bridge and do many other social things as long as she could.

I think one reason that she was able to move past the pain of her losses and persevere through the many challenges and life transitions, including having to leave her apartment and move to the nursing home, was the help from the Spirit of the Lord. The Spirit gave her strength while she was weak. I never sensed any fear in June. She was a woman of faith and great confidence, a woman who persevered and was not ready to give up when things got hard.

This is the promise to all the faithful in Paul’s letter to the Romans. That the Spirit who lives within us and dwells in our midst also intercedes for us with God, with groans and sighs too deep for words. Because we don’t always know how we ought to pray. We can’t find the words to say. We don’t know what we need. The Spirit does!

 We ourselves wait for our transformation, the conforming to the image of God’s Son, as Paul says. We wait for the revealing of our redemption and our glory as the children of God. We wait for all Creation to be set free from its bondage and decay. And as we wait in hope, we seek to participate in the Spirit’s creative work in and all around us. We might not be able to see the changes with our own eyes, but our faith tells us that it is happening, right now. This very moment. As we share June’s story and remember God’s promises, including God’s everlasting presence with us, the transformation is taking place.

I talked with my mom yesterday to let her know about our remembering June today. Mom still volunteers at the nursing home where June spent her last months; it’s where my father was in his last months with us, as well. She helped June and helps others in wheelchairs come to the worship service on Sunday morning.

She talked about how popular June was. How she had many friends, and that she is dearly missed—especially by one lady, another resident, who was a close friend to her at the nursing home. They were always together. Her name is Dottie Hallevy, and she just celebrated her 102^nd birthday!

This is how we can glimpse the love of God right here with us now–through the love of friends and family.

Is there something you are struggling with right now? Do you have fear or anxiety? Are you struggling with the pain of grief and loss? Or possibly, a physical or financial challenge is worrying you? A big decision that you have to make? Maybe you are worrying about a loved one?

Remember the Holy Spirit is interceding with God for you, for all the Body of Christ, right now. None of us know how to perfectly pray as we ought. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t pray! We should absolutely pray without ceasing, as Paul will say in another letter—I Thess. 5:17. But it is hard to pray in God’s will when we don’t know what God’s will is. But the Spirit always knows. And the Spirit wants to help us in our weakness!

We are all connected by the love of God poured into our hearts by the Holy Spirit. God’s Love that brought you here to worship today will continue to unite the Church and empower us to do God’s will, as the Spirit reveals it. As we receive God’s Love, we are moved to reach out in friendship to others, especially those who may truly be in need of a friend.

Remember: This is how the world will be able to catch a glimpse of the Savior’s love—by the love we share, especially with those in need.

 We who have come to worship because of God’s Love will go from this place in the love of a God who knows us intimately! For this is a God who searches our hearts! A gracious God who does not condemn us!

We will leave without fear, knowing with all certainty that nothing can ever separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Let us pray.

Holy and Gracious God, thank you for not withholding your Only Son, when we were in need of a Savior. Thank for your love and the promise that we will never be separated from your love—or from your everlasting presence with us. Thank you for all the saints—for the Children of God and your Spirit that intercedes for us, leads us, and helps us in our weakness. Replace our fear with faith, dear Lord. Keep us walking in kindness and gentleness, praying without ceasing, and making new friendships so that others may see a glimpse of your love. In the name of Christ we pray. Amen.

Meditation on Genesis 12, 18, and 21, selected verses

Pastor Karen Crawford

First Presbyterian Church of Smithtown

June 18, 2023

We had the Sunday School picnic at the manse last Sunday. It was amazing! The weather was perfect. Many of the children, families, teachers, and children’s ministry leaders came and stayed several hours. We ate and watched the children play. They ran around on the grass, did cartwheels, jumped rope and played tug-of-war, blew bubbles and threw bean bags, and raced through the manse looking for my dog and cat!

The most memorable thing of all to me was when a whole group of them climbed a tree. With no adults involved, the children helped one another up into the tree—one by one, small ones were lifted up. Hands reached out to grasp other hands.

Little boys, bigger boys, little girls, bigger girls—everyone was welcome to come to the tree and stay awhile.

I will never look at that tree again without remembering that special day—when moms and dads were working hard in their callings to be Christian mothers and fathers. Is it OK to claim that word for Presbyterians? We are Christians! And we aren’t ashamed for the world to know it!

This is my second Father’s Day with you. I have to admit that it is a little intimidating preaching on Father’s Day—as a pastor who has never been a father. Probably your first pastor who has never been a FATHER. I can’t pretend to understand all that men go through when they are fathers. Being a father is a special calling—and it’s not my calling. But it IS my calling to encourage you as you seek to be faithful.

I have been blessed with a wonderful father and a wonderful husband, who has been a terrific stepdad to my 3 boys—now men—for nearly 18 years. I watch fathers—how they interact with their children and how the interactions change as their children grow up. Fathers and sons, like mothers and daughters, can also become friends.

My husband and his son, Danny, text often. They talk about politics, economics, sports, and the granddaughters—their favorite topic. Danny sends photos and video messages, which we so appreciate. It touches my heart to see Danny, who is a Ph.D. biochemist, working hard to serve his family, including a professional wife, who is a researcher and staff physician at Boston Children’s Hospital and instructor of pediatrics at Harvard Medical School.

Danny isn’t the father of Father Knows Best or Leave It to Beaver, where the husband comes home in a suit and tie, and says to his wife, wearing pearls and lipstick, dress and hose and, of course, an apron, “Honey, I’m home. What’s for dinner?” Danny is the one who gets the girls ready for school in the morning—gets them out of bed, including the youngest one, Maddie, who is 5 and not a morning person. He makes their breakfast, sees that they are dressed appropriately, prepares their snacks and lunchboxes, and gets them to their respective schools on time. He also shops and cooks dinner and does so many other tasks—quietly, behind the scenes, without complaint. He is involved in school and after school activities, as his wife Hiu-fai is. They play with their children, taking them out on weekends, when they are not involved in gymnastics, soccer, hockey, softball or other sports. They go on bike rides to parks, playgrounds, museums, and community festivals. They go on family vacations.

Men, of all ages, I see you working hard to care for your families, to support them in their interests and help them grow in every way, and most of all, to nurture their lives of faith in a time when, frankly, it’s not cool for guys to be in church or talk about church involvement, let alone their faith. Is it? It’s not cool.

The biblical example I offer you is the one whom Paul in his letter to the Romans calls the “Father of us all.” Let’s consider the faith of our Father Abraham. He writes in Romans 4, beginning at verse 13,

^“For the promise that he would inherit the world did not come to Abraham or to his descendants through the law but through the righteousness of faith… For this reason the promise depends on faith, in order that it may rest on grace, so that it may be guaranteed to all his descendants, not only to the adherents of the law but also to those who share the faith of Abraham (who is the father of all of us,  as it is written, “I have made you the father of many nations”), in the presence of the God in whom he believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist. 

^“Hoping against hope, he believed that he would become ‘the father of many nations,” according to what was said, ‘So shall your descendants be.’  He did not weaken in faith when he considered his own body, which was already as good as dead (for he was about a hundred years old), and the barrenness of Sarah’s womb. No distrust made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, being fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised.”

Abraham’s call story begins in Gen. 12—when he is 75 and hears God’s voice telling him to leave his home and kin and go off into the wilderness to a place God would show him. He hears a God that nobody else hears, a God who is near to him, a God who is gracious and loving, a God who makes promises and keeps them, even when Abraham and Sarah take matters into their own hands—and, frankly, make a mess of things. They just didn’t understand, like we don’t always understand, that sometimes, God calls us to wait and wait and wait…

Finally, at the age of 100, Isaac is born. Abraham had already had another child, Ishmael, with his wife’s Egyptian servant, Hagar. But Ishmael, at Sarah’s insistence to protect the inheritance of Isaac, is sent off to live in the wilderness. Isaac is the one who would be the next patriarch in the faith that would then be passed on to his younger son, Jacob, whom we also know as Israel, who would have 12 children with 2 wives and 2 concubines—now that’s an interesting story—and all would become the 12 tribes of Israel. His favorite son, Joseph, would carry the faith to Egypt, when he was taken as a slave—and he would become second in command to Pharaoh and save the lives of many people in a famine, including his family.

While God called Abraham to be a father, he was first and foremost a man of faith—hearing God’s voice and obeying without question, even when that meant the possibility of sacrificing the long-awaited son, years later, in a divine test on a mountain. In Abraham’s fatherhood, his offspring would be a blessing to all the nations, all the families on the earth.

This is a promise that all fathers have today. You are chosen, as well, in Jesus Christ. Your calling to fatherhood means that you are nurturing your offspring in the faith and life of the children of God. Wheww! It’s hard work in this busy time, when some days, you are just trying to juggle all the tasks that a person does to work and care for families.

Today, especially, on Father’s Day, may the knowledge of your special calling give you joy and peace. Because in your daily lives, though you are unaware of it, you are continuing the blessing of Abraham, as we are grafted into the family tree through our Savior! You are continuing to bless all the families of the earth through your offspring and their offspring, who every day, are a joyful witness to the faith and hope of Jesus Christ, without necessarily even talking about it. Thank you, Fathers, for all you do for your families and the Family of God.

And now, what about the men whose children are grown and, like my kids, live far away? Or maybe, you are a single man—not yet or never married, with kids. You still have a calling to be a father in the faith! That’s why you are here today—to be encouraged in that calling. You are needed to encourage other men, particularly younger men, in their walk with God. Don’t be shy about it! The Spirit will help you! Thank you, Fathers in the faith, for all you do for the Family of God.

My brothers in the Lord, may you always be people who care, people who listen with love and good humor, without judgement, when other men are sharing how weary and discouraged they are. Because men get tired, and they worry about their families all the time. I am sure some of them lie awake at night, wondering and worrying about the future.

My sisters and brothers, may we all be people who care, people who listen with love and good humor, without judgment, because, like Abraham, we all make mistakes! But our gracious Lord offers new mercies every morning.

We serve a God who always keeps God’s promises, though we may have to wait and wait and wait to see the promises come true.

Let us pray. Will you pray with me?

Heavenly Father, thank you for your tender love for us, sending your Son, Jesus Christ, to lead us back to you when we had gone astray. Thank you for the call of Abraham and the example of a faithful but very human man, hearing your voice when no one else in the world could hear you—and obeying immediately, without question. We lift up all the fathers in our community and world today. They have many challenges. It’s hard to be fathers and it’s harder still to be Christian fathers. Give them wisdom and strength, courage and endurance to live out their faith as you lead them and to help their children and children’s children grow in every way—including spiritually. Stir us all to believe in your promises and encourage the “fathers” in our lives. In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit we pray. Amen.